Holy Crosses 

In the last few weeks of travelling and playing, and especially these past few days at the ECMAs, a big theme has been the use of music to make a difference. Its always been a tool for change, and will continue to be forever. As I've been away, I've been watching from afar the struggles of some wonderful people from my home. I wish I could be of more help, but for now, this is the best I can do, and I hope it means something. This fight is an old one where I'm from, but at this point it's not about colours or religion; it's about love, and the fact that no matter what, everyone deserves to feel safe and loved at home. More often than not it's the only place we have. This one goes out to you guys. Keep it up. Spread the love. Make a change. 

Lyrics: 

It may seem your God's dead but mine 
Still weighs heavy on my mind 
Cause if you wanna cross the road 
It best be in black and white 
Don’t you put that on the meek 
Because they dont have the time 
Put some colour on the streets 
To take the sting out of summer time 

When you step foot 
In my home town 
Paint yourself black and white 
Be a silhouette 
On the signs that claim 
We've got the safest place to hide 
Cause when a kid can't feel safe 
In a town as bright as mine 
You can bet those sorry folks 
Won't pass God’s own finish line 

St. Peter doesn't ponder 
On you slept with last night 
You can put some change in the bucket 
But keep your nickels and dimes 
The gates of heaven will all open 
For my friends by and by 
Regardless of whatever 
Beauty you dare call a crime 

When you step foot 
In my home town 
Paint yourself black and white 
Be a silhouette 
On the signs that claim 
We've got the safest place to hide 
Cause when a kid can't feel safe 
In a place as bright as mine 
You can bet those sorry folks 
Won't pass God’s own finish line

Grounded in a Floating World 

University life has been a blast and as busy as ever, and with the first semester’s exams finished, its high time for a little rest, and hopefully a lot of music. It’s been nothing but laughs and good times out here for the most part, and I can already feel it influencing writing and the music I’ve been listening to. The MusicNL conference brought out some amazing acts that have become quick favorites of mine, Rube & Rake, The Kubasonics, and many more. It was such an honor to be nominated for 2017 Folk Artist of the year, and congratulations to the Kubasonics on winning the award. After seeing their showcase, it was obvious that they deserved every award they received. It’s absolutely amazing to have a band with such a powerful live performance, bridging the gaps between culture here in St. John’s. Every set that I have seen them perform has been mesmerizing. Yet, like I am sure those folks long for a bit of home, it's the same for myself. It’s beautiful out here, and I wouldn’t wish to be anywhere else, though I still feel home calling me. I can’t pinpoint what exactly it is I miss, because with each trip back home it feels off, disjointed, like I keep looking for something to be wildly out of place, yet everything is still the same. In the same vein though, it still feels as though everything is different, shifted ever so slightly from what it once was, I just can’t grasp it. So, I take my doses of nostalgia as briefly as possible. A day or two home, a photo or a phone call with a friend, out of fear that if I linger too long it will all shatter. That’s what I wanted to do with We Were, to craft a handful of 5 minute glimpses of nostalgia. A story for everyone that grew up with us at home, a story for every wasted chance, every failed risk, but most importantly for all the times where we knew we had reached for our dreams. Port Town is my prime example of the latter. There’s still much to learn about the world around me, but I hope I’ll never forget what’s the most important: home and family. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t think those are set in stone. They are where and with whom you feel completed. Paradise is where the two collide. 

So, a big thanks to those who helped give me inspiration for these stories, the family, friends and people I met along the way who passed on ideas and emotions so that I could craft something to tell. A big thanks to Daniel, Aaron, Cassidy, Paige, and Sam, for helping with the vocals on Port Town, and giving me a little piece of home that I can listen to when I need that 5 minute dose. 

Thanks so much, 

Christian Howse

Let’s get into it!  

Here we are! It’s been a crazy little while, juggling school, music, and life outside of all that, but now we’re ready to jump back on this crazy ride. The site is live, along with new twitter and Instagram pages, and things are getting all polished up! With a new full length album in the works, shows and festivals in the make, and lots of cool places and events where I can meet up with you guys, I hope we’ll all be seeing a lot more of each other! I’ve been all over the place the last little while, doing fun stuff and a lot more in between. Some wicked shows at Fixed in St. John’s, Rotary Arts in Corner Brook, and more, from Pasadena to Lewisporte, as well as just winning the Western Regional Dramafest with an awesome group of actors and friends. With a few of the craziest months out of the way, we’re looking forward to some recording, performances, and lots of fun. I hope to see you all out there! Don’t forget to drop into the rest of the website and join the email list for more details on upcoming shows and events, brand new content, and the best ways to get in contact with me!

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